Rejected by My Alpha

That night, Alpha Waylon didn’t return to the den.

Around midnight, Luna Thalia received a friend request on her phone. The profile picture was an adorable wolf pup, instantly revealing who it was from. After accepting the request, the first message was a photo of Alpha Waylon gently stroking the pup’s fur.

"Sorry, the pup is really clingy."

His words carried the smug confidence of someone who knew he was pushing boundaries. Thalia chose not to reply and simply asked Emmie, the young Delta, to remind Alpha Waylon about tomorrow’s pack gathering. Emmie didn’t respond.

Thalia expected to see Alpha Waylon at the Daniels’ den the next day, but to her surprise, his car was parked outside her residence before she even set out.

"I came to pick you up," he said, his deep voice carrying the authority of an Alpha.

A ride was a ride, so she accepted. The passenger seat was spotless and spacious, indicating that Waylon had cleaned the car before coming to fetch her. Thalia leaned back and closed her eyes to relax. Occasionally, she felt his piercing gaze on her.

In the past, she would chatter endlessly whenever she was in the car with him. Now, without her constant stream of words, the silence was heavy, the tension between them almost tangible. Alpha Waylon gripped the steering wheel tightly, finally breaking the quiet.

"Luna, Whiskers was in pretty bad shape last night. I stayed at the pack healer’s, so I didn’t return to the den."

He was explaining why he hadn’t come home last night, which was unusual since the Alpha rarely felt the need to justify himself. In the past, he’d grow annoyed if she asked too many questions. Now that she wasn’t asking, he was offering explanations.

"Yeah, I know. Someone already told me," Thalia replied, her tone cool and detached.

"Who told you?" His voice was tense, his Alpha tone creeping in despite his attempt to sound casual.

"The pup’s caretaker," Thalia answered honestly.

Alpha Waylon gave her a cautious glance. "You mean Emmie? She’s a new Delta in the pack. She found Whiskers near the pack’s training grounds and couldn’t take him back to her den, so..."

"Yeah, I got it."

Thalia wasn’t interested in his explanation. She cut him off, meeting his gaze with a hint of impatience, her Luna aura subtly asserting itself.

"Luna, why aren’t you angry anymore?" he asked, seeming genuinely puzzled, his Alpha tone softening slightly.

Thalia didn’t respond immediately. Her wolf stirred faintly in the back of her mind, a quiet reminder of the bond that still lingered between them, frayed and fragile. But she pushed the thought aside, her expression unreadable as she turned to look out the window, the towering trees of the Silver Moon Pack territory blurring past.